Six Feet Under

Six Feet Under

I should have looked for firmer ground;

instead I built my confidence on detritus,

a waste ground of rubble

that was going to crumble and take me with it.

Would have happened anyway,

as the earth slipped, broke, tumbled;

but you dug away with that shovel tongue.

From your lips

the word ‘love’ is nothing but a crooked lie,

wielded like a weapon

to make sure I’m buried far deeper

than six feet under.